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After cleaning her up, he placed her back on the bed; she fell asleep almost the moment her head touched the pillow, not even minding her hunger.
The man kissed her forehead affectionately, sitting by the bed. Although his body and mind were content, he couldn't sleep as he watched her peaceful sleeping face. He lit a cigarette, and the light white smoke wafted out from his slightly parted sensual, thin lips.
The man's gaze was complex. After a while, he extinguished the cigarette, tossed it into the ashtray, turned off the light, lay down, and pulled the soundly sleeping young woman into his embrace, as if his heart was now also fulfilled.
At this moment, in a private estate near the outskirts of the south side of the city, Gong Ting stood by the window. He stared into the profound night colors outside the French windows, his azure eyes misting over.
